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Thursday, April 5, 2012

Birthday fever

When I say fever I don't mean the John Travolta kind of fever...
I mean the 104 degrees, crying and coughing-all-night kind of fever.

Poor Jackson spent his birthday feeling rotten.
We did our best to cheer him up but even zebra striped cake with chocolate butter-cream frosting didn't do the trick. Poor baby.

I love birthdays because they remind me to remember some of the best moments of my life. Jackson's birth was almost magical. I justre-read all about it. Jackson didn't cry until he was five days old and he has continued to be easy going and super snugly. We love him to death. Now if we can just keep ourselves from spoiling him rotten!

What's this blog all about?

"If you are still in the process of raising children, be aware that the tiny fingerprints that show up on almost every newly cleaned surface, the toys scattered about the house, the piles and piles of laundry to be tackled will disappear all too soon and that you will—to your surprise—miss them profoundly."